I’ve got cares as tainted as these muddy banks,
but you sift the tales I weave
through a sieve that filters out the rest and marvels at

me, trickling down, like this waterfall, sparkling.
And it’s funny how we realize that we could actually be with someone,
when we realize that someone could actually be with all of us.

I keep talking, and you stay as long as the moon does-
Listening, just as silent,
but a bit more single-mindedly.

For the moon has many lovers,
but your shoulder is all mine- Like the rocks support this river,
like the sun eases into this sky.